NAMIBIA:
Death and Glory
by Dan - Cape Town
Where is the glory in it all ?,
when your soul rides choking diesel fumes
and your funeral pyre
is fuelled by molten metal and a burning rubber plume,
when you scream at the searing injustice
of being roasted alive
and all you wanted to do is live.
Too late, you're dead.
And then your tank explodes and burns
and you with it.
The tortured metal hulk will cool
and slowly turn to rust
and your charred remains
will fall to dust
and feed the flowers and the trees
which give life
to a small red butterfly,
bouncing on the gentle breeze
- that's where the glory lies,
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To an Infantry Corporal home from the war
(For CJL)
by Karen Batley
Today you showed me your
Border boots,
so small and neat
I marvelled at the tracts
they had known,
the hot patrols
they had covered.
And then you showed me
your name
carved into the soles
to imprint your mark in the sand,
as if bravely to say
'I am here.
I will leave evidence of me
in this other country'.
And you did.
For I know that your soul,
Carved with the essence of you,
has stayed behind
to sing free across the desert;
has joined forever
a myriad other half-souls,
friends,
whose battalions of names
the wind
long ago
erased
from the shifting sand.
And you direct still
your silent brown platoon
to march in memory
beneath the bright stars
of another time,
another land.
-Copyright 1996 Karen Batley-
******* On The Border *******
One day I began a relationship with a fellow being on the Border - a
South West desert gecko. She ws pure white with scales on her body.
Later I realized that she was pregnant - that's how I knew she was
female. She was my best friend on the Border. She was tiny when I
found her amongst my tent bags on the ground, but she soon grew
large. I tamed her by stroking her head and body. Anyone else would
have found her hideous so I kept her absolutely secret.
And then one evening, just before I returned to the States (that is South
Africa), I came upon her in front of the Ops Room, where she lay
pregnant and dying near my tent. It broke me more than all the death I
had seen in the war. I will never forget it - it will never leave me. I kept
her warm in my bed, and the next day I buried the ugly swollen creature
next to my tent. I think a bit of my soul went into the grave with her.
by a soldier of South Africa
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War In ANGOLA and NAMIBIA:
Following Angola's independence from Portugal in 1975, civil
war broke out between the rival nationalist movements -- the
Popular Movement for the Liberation of Angola (MPLA), the
National Front for the Liberation of Angola (FNLA), and the
National Union for the Total Independence of Angola (UNITA).
The MPLA was supported by Cuba and other communist/socialist
powers, UNITA by South Africa, and the FNLA by Zaire and
the CIA. Fighting took place in Angola and on the
Namibian border.
The conflict continued until a peace agreement was signed
in 1991, but disagreements over the legality of the 1992
Angolan elections threw the area once again into war. Sporadic
fighting continues...
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